Call of Duty: Warzone Waystone

Oh, Call of Duty: Warzone, the epitome of recycled shooter trash! Nothing screams "innovation" like the same old boring maps, glitch-ridden gameplay, and a community more toxic than a nuclear waste dump. This is just hide-and-seek with fancy boomsticks. The map's so big, you spend half your time running around like a headless chicken, and when you finally see someone, boom! You’re sniped by a camper with too much free time. And the teamwork? Please, I've seen better coordination in a goblin food fight. Graphics are flashy, but that doesn’t compensate for the randomness of every match. It's like rolling dice with bullets. And don't get me started on the updates—gigabytes of patches to fix what? A sky that's slightly less blue? I'd rather wrestle with a grumpy dragon on a Monday morning than wait for that download to finish. It's the perfect game if you enjoy shouting at your screen more than actually playing.